Cute Simple Fish Tattoo Novels & Stories

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Besides being handsome in an unkempt, tortured artist kind of way (a vague resemblance to Kurt Cobain with sandy blonde hair tied behind his head and sharp features), he's also a genuinely nice guy. He dropped out of art school before he got his barista qualification and started working for my parents, but he still paints in his free time. Today there's a smudge of bright blue paint on his left shoulder, just below a tattoo of a lotus flower encircled by two brilliant orange Koi fish. Most other people would assume the streak of blue is part of the design but I've had plenty of practice staring at Jade's beautifully toned arms, and he's usually got paint smudged somewhere on his person.

Rome suddenly spoke with a tone of annoyance, "You disturbed my precious sleep and now you're ignoring me? Not fair!" "Sorry about that, Rome," Phoenix apologized. "Call me Lord Rome," the fish insisted. "..." His mate didn't mention that this conscious fish was eccentric. "You don't want to? I'm going back to sleep," "Oh mighty Lord Rome, don't be offended. We didn't mean to ignore you," Phoenix said with palms pressed together. Rome harrumphed before white light covered him By the time it faded, in place of the big fish was a white-haired, handsome young man with blue skin, grey eyes and pale red lips. His body had several golden sea shell tattoos that enhanced his beauty.

“This is a shared experience. Kidnapping-adjacent road trip. Very intimate.” The big one shifts, annoyed. Fish-lips says — “We’re not bonding.” “Agree to disagree. By the way, those tattoos?” I nod toward the ink crawling up his neck. “They mean something, or did you just lose a bet?” That does it. His eyes flare. “Watch it.” “Oh, I’m watching it,” I say lightly. “I’m just curious. Skull with flames — is that anger issues or artistic expression? Because if it’s artistic, you should seriously discuss shading with your tattoo man … or think about a replacement.”

He puts his own rod down and grabs a hold of mine, and I realize he’s trying to tell me a fish is interested in what I’m offering. “Take your time and bring it in nice and slowly.” His large hand covers mine, and we slowly wind the line in… and eventually, I see a golden yellow fish flopping around on the surface of the water. “Wow!” I shout to him. “Look at that!” “That’s a beauty,” he tells me. “A sunfish!” It is beautiful, but I feel bad. “Can we let it go?” I ask him. “Will it be hurt too badly to swim away?”

I pulled out my phone and showed her. “What is that?” “I got stung by a jellyfish. I want the sting as a tattoo. It wraps all the way around my leg from thigh to calf, but skinny lines.” “I see that. Super cute. Email these to me and I’ll do what I can.” She pushed her card over to me. Emailing them, she printed it out, and I took a seat. Pulling out my phone, I sent a picture through a text message. It was of my smiling. Capturing it, tattoo time. I hit send and sent it to Ethan.

I just need to get out of the restaurant and go from there. Before I settle in to work on the application, I glance back up at the dresser. There's a fishbowl sitting at its center, containing a purple-scaled betta fish, which shimmers as it drifts at the surface of the water. I got myself a fish on a whim a couple of weeks ago, thinking it might make my apartment feel less empty. I also figured it might remind me of Brandon. This fish looks similar to Swimmy. I haven't had the stomach to name it yet, mostly because I wish I could ask Brandon to do it instead.

Nicola knelt beside her and kissed her head. “Wow… This fish is so pretty…” “We’re glad you like him… We haven't fed him yet. Would you like to feed him for the first time?” “Yes!” Iris exclaimed. Nicola leaned her head back and gazed up at Blake. “The fish food is on my dresser. Would you mind getting it for me?” “Of course not,” Blake replied. “Thank you, love.” She turned her attention to Iris. “When I was six, Mom and Dad got me a fish like this one. I named him ‘Mr. Cheeto’. What name would you have in mind for your fish?”

Bryan and Joe immediately reached out to clap hands and exchange quick hugs with their fellow mermen, offering friendly pats on the back as a sign of camaraderie and support. Trent, with his striking black tribal tattoos adorning his torso, seamlessly blending with his black tail and hair, hovered tall and proud. Hunter, on the other hand, boasted a deep, dark green tail and tan skin, his body adorned with depictions of various animals in tattoo form. The bond between the two was evident as they stood side by side, ready to embark on the upcoming adventure with their companions.

Kate looked over. That was true. Rows of small fish were swimming inside. She would not have noticed if Andrius had not mentioned it. Gradually, they found a pattern. The fish followed the stream and extended outward. At the end, the tails of the fish had small circles drawn on them. Andrius was confused by the circles, not knowing what they meant. He pointed at the circles and asked curiously, “Kate, can you figure out what these mean?” Kate followed his finger and thought for a moment, then said, “Could it be that they’re reproducing? These fish might be laying eggs!”